Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2007 05:48:52 +0000
From: Roger Bontemps <junkies_in_the_sky@hotmail.com>
Subject: Twisting angels Ch. 1

DISCLAIMER : This story might shock some people. If the idea of a man
and a little boy sharing a love relationship offend you, walk away to
save your soul. If, on the other hand, it gives you a hard-on, then read
on and you might be rewarded. Also note that I LOVE GETTING SOME
FEEDBACK, so don't hesitate and tell it like you think it is at
junkies_in_the_sky@hotmail.com .

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I woke up. Everything was blurry. The night has been a nightmare, an
horror in which I couldn't sleep. He was still at my side, tiny, calm,
beautiful... his bare back was exposed to me and I couldn't help but to
think that he was damn cute. There's nothing like the smell, the feel of
a child.

I must be sincere, however : I never "did it" with a kid. I never even
got close to. Hence my discomfort : it could happend right there. The
situation was perfect, unexpected... and I wanted it. Badly. Yet, I
couldn't do that. It would have been terribly wrong, I mean... It's
tempting, I'm sure I would love it, but it's illegal, so it's dangerous
for me, and it might totally fuck up HIS life as well ! Satisfying my
sexual appetite isn't worth putting so much at stakes.

The scenario was quite ridiculous, so far. I saw him in the streets,
lonely, dressed in old clothes and smelling like a pungent corpse... he
was trying to hide himself away after, would I learn later, he stole some
food at the grocery across the street. These days, most people seeing
that would think it's not their problem and mind their own business. But
I personally couldn't be anything but shattered by this vision. It wasn't
fair ! What were his parents doing ? Why wasn't the state taking care of
him ? So, instead of letting him go on, I grabbed his arm to stop him. He
instantly tried to bite me. It was a smashing success.

"OUCH ! HEY ! STOP THIS !! ARE YOU DAMN CRAZY !"

He stopped biting only to tell me to release him, but there was no way I
would do that. Instead, I used my other hand to grab his throat,
preventing his teeth to dip into my flesh once again.

"I haven't stole it ! I haven't ! Let me go !"

"Stole ? What are you talking about !?"

He gave me a confused look.

"Why won't you just let me go ?"

"Look kid, I'm just worried about you. What are you doing in the streets
? I mean, how old are you anyway ?"

"That's none of your business. I must go home."

By that time, I was so close to him, to his atrocious scent, that I had a
few things figured out already.

"I'm not a fool kiddo ! Dressed like this, smelling that awful... you
don't have a place to call "home". It's that obvious."

"Let me go !" He started to try to fight himself out of my grip.

"You're not going anywhere kid ! It's way too dangerous for you out there
! I mean... What is it ? Do you parents beat you up ?"

"It's none of your business !"

"Look, you might not give a shit about yourself, but I do. I'm an adult,
I've seen you, I'm responsible. It's my fucking business, too !"

"..."

"So what is it ?"

"My parents are dead and orphanages are worse than the streets. I don't
wanna go back there. I'd rather die."

"So do you want to crash at my place ?"

"Are you fucking seroius ?"

"Well yes I am ! I can't let you out there !"

"I don't know... it sounds fishy. Why would you do that ? I don't
understand why you care so much about me ! What is it ? You want to fuck
me ?" I was... slightly taken back by that claim. So much that I in fact
released his arm and throat at that point. He WAS beautiful, come to
think of it. But that was not my motivation.

"Wow kid, what's up with the harsh words !?"

"I just think you're a pedo, that's all ! You really think I'm that
gulliable ?" Ow.

"Why do you think that ? Is it so hard to think that someone might just
care about you ?"

"Yeah, out of pity and then you're gonna throw me out, right ?"

"Well if you actually want to STAY at my place, things might get a bit
hairy but... I don't know, it all depends on how you act and stuff like
that."

"Are you kind of telling me that you don't rule out the possibility of
like... me staying with you for like... ever ?"

"If you don't destroy everything in the house, stay polite and all... I
guess you could stay for... a while. After that we could look at some
kind of solution togheter, like trying to find you a family or
something... or... well, the rest is beyond me but... I can't let you
there."

"But... why me ? It sounds so fishy and all... It could have been any
other street kid !"

"Street kids your age aren't so common to start with. Or at least, if
they are, I don't happend to see them so often. You're in fact the first
I've ever seen. How old are you anyway ?"

"I'm eight."

"And what's your name ?"

"Cody."

"Well, Cody, my name's Jason and I'm 26. Are you hungry ?"

"Yeah !"

"Well... I offer you the lunch, and if things still sound fishy by then,
you'll be free to go."

"Sounds cool ! What will we eat ?"

"I don't know... I can't remember what's left in the fridge."

"Ok... mister ?"

"Oh good Lord Cody, please don't call me that. I'm not even 30 yet ! You
know my name !"

"Well... Jason, do you have a girlfriend ?"

"You're out of luck because I don't."

"Why do you say that I'm out of luck ?"

"Well, when I was a young boy myself, and that's not so long ago, I
remember that I've always enjoyed to spy on the women..."

"Oh..."

I thought to myself that this had yet to change. Back then, I guess I was
just following the trend, I was just an impressionable kid facing the
sexual paradigm of the North-American society. It was decided as "normal"
for a boy to get a thrill by looking at women, and the more of their skin
I saw, the better it was supposed to be. But when puberty kicked in, it
became very clear which things turned me on and which left me
indifferent. With my first steps into adulthood, when the hormonal rush
died down, women took less and less place in my erotic fantasies. At
times, I even wondered if I fooled myself into still dating them, just
because I needed to burn my unacceptable desires with the fire of sexual
relief. That led most of my relationships with girls to end, but because
of THEIR sexual frustrations, not MINE. See, the drama was that while I
psychologically get along very well with most of the women, I rarely
(read : never) got to be the boyfriend of one that I found physically
attracting as well. Not to say I found them ugly, but more "neutral".
After years spent ignoring my desires, I could live without having sex
for quite a long time. My girlfriends never were as patient on the other
hand. At some point I thought I was gay. But I'm not. If the scope of
women I find attractive indeed diminished with the passing years, the
attraction I'm still experiencing is nowhere near "artificial". Both of
my experiences with men were disasters. I'm not that much of an
ephebophile either; to me, a boy begins to lose his shine when he reach
the age of sixteen. By then, puberty is way too advanced to be cute
anymore, his skin is anything but smooth and they are simply too much of
mens. Big arms, tall, they like to expose their beard-ish somethings...
some men stay button-cute and shave all their bodies, but go find'em.
That's a real pain and the one I took for a ride simply did not "feel"
right. It was great, but something detracted me from the experience. The
size of his penis maybe was the disturbing element. As slim and smooth
those men want to be, their genitals generally don't follow the trend. In
the end, the only human beings who could ever fulfill my needs were
little boys and a few women.

But for the evident reasons I brought up earlier, I never went down on a
little boy. Now with his tummy filled the most delicious pancakes my
cooking skills could conjure and his skin all clean after a needed
shower, Cody was naked, next to me, and he was the most untolerable of
all teases. Ever.

See, he was supposed to sleep on the sofa in the living room. But for a
reason beyond my comprehension, he sneaked into my bed in the middle of
the night, cuddling himself onto me. Neither of us said a single word. I
tried to drift into sleep, but it was no easy task. He was naked mostly
because I had no kid clothes for him to wear and my man-sized bathrobe,
which covered his self in my presence, was way too hot for the night. I,
for one, slept in a pair of brief, and that was it, meaning our skins
have been touching all night long. I'm not gonna try to hide anything : I
came without even touching myself. Two times. And I really tried to avoid
it. Needless to say, it was of no use. His back was facing me and I could
see underneath the covers. I've been looking there for quite a long time
now... I quietly slipped out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom
with some new clothes, trying not to wake my fallen angel. My fallen
angel... it's funny how quickly I becamed attached to this child. I
removed my briefs and took them in the shower with me for a quick rinse,
after which I soaped myself, especially around my dick with was
cum-soaked. I felt absolutely dirty, but at the same time very proud of
myself because nothing did happend. I survived the night !

***---***

Jason was finally gone. I touched my rear... it was dry. I had trouble
believing it, but I was in an actual home with someone who wasn't trying
to abuse me. I thought slipping into Jason's bed naked would have proved
me I was right since the start of things, but nothing did happend. He did
not even masturbate. I was so... so happy, I had trouble understanding
what was going on with me. I jumped off the bed and looked at myself in
the mirror covering the back of the door leading to Jason's bedroom... my
thick, red-russet hair was wired in a weird network of loops and menacing
peaks. My face, on the other hand, looked clean and fresh. In fact, my
whole body was nice now. I could touch myself and actually smell my
finger without getting sick and those gray traces of dirt were gone. My
butt was roundish and bubbly and the morning light nearly made it purely
white. I realized how pale, originally, my skin was. I was looking
perfectly clean and cute. That was so NOT me. It surely wasn't, but that
didn't meant I wasn't loving it. In fact, that's just what I've always
wanted to be. And it felt sooo great !

At this point, I heard Jason getting out of the bathroom. I was about to
go thank him, but I was instead greeted with an order...

"CODY ! I GUESS YOU SHOULD BE UP BY NOW... WELL, STAY IN THE BEDROOM
UNTIL I RETURN. I SHOULDN'T BE LONG !"

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING ?"

"I'M GONNA BUY YOU SOME MINIMAL CLOTHES ! YOU CAN'T BE NAKED ALL THE TIME
!"

And before I could even say a single word, I heard the door slam. Of
course, I was in total disbelief. But a bigger, greater surprise was
waiting me. About ten minutes later, Jason came back and threw me an
underwear, a pair of socks, pants and a t-shirt.

"DRESS UP AND THEN HURRY UP FOR BREAKFAST !"

"OK !"

I slipped quickly into my new clothes, which were quite generic but at
least not embarassing. Besides, could I even complain ? When I stepped
into the kitchen, an odor of fresh bacon was floating in the air. My
great benfactor was cooking it with a broad smile on his face... I felt
wrecked, tortured by my own happiness. Tears started to swell up in my
eyes... I started sobbing. Putting the bacon off the fire, Jason
immediately kneeled down and pushed my chin up in order to look in my
eyes.

"Hey, what is it ?"

"I... I've never been so happy in my whole life !"

I fiercely enlaced his waist with both arms and I cuddled myself onto
him. He was patting my back and he started to cry, too.

"I'm so glad Cody... these words mean the world to me. Welcome home !"

I felt no more fear. I would not be raped again. But I couldn't deny that
he had some desires towards me. The way he looked at me in the morning,
it was not to figure out which clothes would suit me best. He held back,
and would probably hold back for years, maybe forever... but still, he
wanted me. Plus, I'm pretty sure I recognized that smell when he went to
the bathroom. It was the scent of cum. I can't confirm because he did not
jack off to my knowledge and it was barely present in the air, so it
could have been coming from elsewhere... but it was suspect and added to
my concerns. But he wouldn't rape me. Jason was... an angel, no less. I
listened to him on the street... I was on the defensive, but he got more
of my attention more than people normally do. A halo of good will was
surrounding him. I could have decided to go away when he released my arm.
But I felt that there was something more, something hidden. Now these
impressions have been confirmed, now I know he's a genuinely good
person... had I the right to deny him his dream ?

Our embrace was fading away and I was left with the awful sensation that
I was in debt to him. A sensation that was awful precisely because he was
unlike most of the adults and I was unlike most of the children... I knew
sex, in fact that's all I knew. And on the receiving end, if I brought up
the idea, he would most probably accept my favors. The problem was I
couldn't know what would follow... would he be violent ? Would it hurt
like it always did ? And even if everything would go smoothly, what about
the aftermath ? I guess nothing would be the same. The relationship we
shared, it would change and there would be no going back. I knew because
it's always been like that... once you give a little, they always want
more.

But Jason didn't asked for anything and didn't looked like he would ask
soon. He was so different from the others. We talked a lot of cool stuff
during the breakfast. Videogames, TV shows... I had so much to learn.
Since I escaped from the orphanage, I lost track of a lot of the things I
used to like when I was 6. We talked about that too. I also touched upon
the subject of my two brief passages into the hands of "similar"
benefactors. When I told him that I ran way both times, he figured out a
lot of things about me...

"Oh God... now I understand the pedo claims... I'm sorry that we go to
talk about this Cody... feel free to change subject if you want to."

"Nah, that's okay. It's... it's not something I like to talk about, but
it's part of me."

"I must not be very... friendly to you then..."

"Well... things are very different with you"

"It's just been one day..."

"... and one night. It's already very different."

"So last night... it was a test, wasn't it ?"

"Yeah... Sort of." I felt a little bad...

"I'm glad it was because it felt very... uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry..."

"You shouldn't be... I should be. Cody... there's something I've got to
tell you." Oh no... it's not gonna happend now, does it ? "I said Welcome
Home... but if it's your home, there must be no secrets. At least, no
secret that affect you directly... and as you've been... you've had...
you..."

"I had sex..."

"Well... yes... ah God, that's so embarassing..."

"I know what you're going to say..."

"Yeah, you've heard it all before... I'm sorry Cody, I wish I could have
been better than the others. You're free to go."

"I don't want to leave. I haven't heard it all before either."

"What ?"

"Well go on... say what you've got to say and I'm gonna tell you what I
think about it."

"Okay... hum... I'm... attracted to little boys. But I don't... I don't
wanna do it. It's... wrong and all. But I can't help, I find you cute and
I... It's not the reason why I picked you up. At first I really saw just
a boy in distress but... last night you were fantastic. I'm not gonna do
anything to you, but I don't want you to think I am something I'm not.
I'm not "normal". I prefer to tell it like it is rather than to have you
learning it otherwise and thinking that I want to rape you or
something... It's really just a fantasy, but I think that you have the
right to know."

"I'm not gonna try to hide that it would have been better should you have
been normal. But I've never heard anyone tell me something like that. I
trust you... so that's why I'm gonna stay. You're not hiding something
like the others."

He looked completely baffled. A tear came to his eyes...

"Cody, I hope you know that you sport more maturity than most of the
folks I hang out with... I... I can't even tell that to my friends, they
would freak out. And you, YOU accept it ? You've just made someone very
happy..."

Jason bursted into tears, laughing at the same time. I had trouble
believing that I placed confidence into a man who revealed himself as a
potential predator to me. Yet I did. Partly because I suspected that, and
partly because of my own twisted conception of the debt I had toward him.
He wiped the tears off his face, finished his bacon and decided to set
the plan for the day.

"Well, I can't keep weeping like a little girl all day long, can I ? We
must do something about you !"

"Huh ?"

"Well, first we'll get you a nice haircut. After, we'll go shopping for
some clothes that YOU'LL choose. I am an absolute zero in the fashion
departement so if you don't want to look awful, you better choose what
you wear yourself. After, we'll go buy a lot of food, because I'm running
low on just about everything and I now have a second mouth to feed... and
after, if it's not too late, I guess we'll go to the BestBuy and I'll let
you pick up a game or two."

He was completely different. Really.